I am here.
I went to Goa. On company expense. I wore formals or very dark jeans with collared tees. I did not go to the beach, barring the 1 am walk back to the hotel from the venue of our par-tayy for our clients. I did not relax. In fact I got hardly any sleep. I did enjoy some good food whenever I managed time to eat.
My colleague, who is more of a friend than colleague, went through the same shite as me. With me. Haha. I must have been a cranky mad woman. Cheers to her for tolerating me.
My boss. Well, he doesn’t need sleep or rest or ummm anything. He’s sort of strange that way. My boss heard me whine and crib and bitch. He then forced me to eat. I actually got alright after that. Hmmm, I will never ever grow up, will I?
The cell phone was definitely attached to my ear through out. I was (Friends’ reference coming up) Monica organising Phoebe’s wedding!
My feet still hurt (so, I exaggerate) but my back does. I am still reeling from the shock of it all being over. I don’t need to wake up and start calling people. I don’t go to sleep mumbling to do’s. I don’t rush through meals so that I don’t have to talk with my mouth full. I haven’t smiled for no reason for two whole days! I also haven’t pictured roasting people or grilling them while smiling at them.
I have looked back. And sighed. And smiled. And thought, Wow. It’s over. It actually happened and went off without any major fuck up. Wow.
If this doesn’t make any sense… just ignore it. Hehe.
Stayin’ Alive.
staaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyiiiiiiiinnnnnn allliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiivvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
STILL ALIVE. Still surviving. Will. fall. down.
Organising anything for clients is tough. Very. Tough.
Clients are the worst kind of bitches. They are needy and clingy and demand way too much attention. They also require constant petting. Bll-eehh.
There’s too much to do. TOO MUCH. So much that I hyperventilate. I am hyperventilating…?! Despite the work, the need for sleep, the need to work faster and harder (haha – laughter in my head), I AM ADDICTED to this. I am so messed up.
